March

This month has been pretty exciting.  Michael's mom came for a visit and aside from that we've been having a good ol' time just living the norm.  We took some pictures:

Isla is such a girl.  She loves her accessories!

Some quality reading time with Grandma

The front of our house

Here's a fun conversation Isla and I had the other day:


Me- Isla, can you say, "hat?"
Isla- Hat
Me- Isla, can you say, "pizza?"
Isla- Pizza
Me- Isla, can you say, "poopoo?"
Isla- Mama
Me- No, Isla.  Not "mama."  Can you say, "poopoo?"
Isla- Mama


hmmmm....

Mo' Dancing

My daughter is amazing.  End of story.

Icicles and Gingers

Pretty self-explanatory, yet nonetheless awesome.  

The kitchen window

Holla.

As anyone who reads this blog will already know, I've been struggling a lot with being a mother.  Not that I don't want to be one, but it's just been so much more difficult than I EVER could have anticipated.  This past week I received a letter from my visiting teacher in which I read the following:


"God spends His time doing exactly what I do every day and He considers it 'His work and His glory.'  He watches over His children, teaching them, guiding them, communicating with them and trying to get them to communicate with Him.  
    Figuratively speaking He really is feeding us, wiping our noses, changing our diapers, comforting us when we're upset, disciplining us when we misbehave, and worrying about whether or not we're going to make the right choices.  If the God of the Universe chooses to spend His time doing that, it must be a really important work.  There is glory in motherhood. ... We're engaged in His most important business and when we need that praise or pat on the back all we need to do is ask Him for it.  He'll give it to use because He loves us and honestly knows how hard the work is.  He's been doing it for at least 6,000 years."


Her words could not have come at a more perfect time.   I'm finally starting to sleep (thank you over-the-counter sleep aids), and my emotions are leveling off a bit.  Things are looking up!!  I'm beginning to feel about being a mother how I've wanted to feel all along.  


On another, lighter, note, Isla continues to amaze me every day.  She has started saying "please" and her dancing skills improve daily.  She loves reading books and sitting on the window seat staring out at the street.  She can climb practically anything to get to the very things she's not supposed to find.  I need to get more creative with my make-shift blockades.  

The death stare.  

We went to the park and she walked around holding this ball for about 10 minutes straight.  
She didn't want to play with it, just walk around with it.

P.S.  Feist's album "Metals" is AMAZING.  All should listen and love.